Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet

[guardiandevil]

WHO: Daredevil & You!
WHERE: Various places in the City
WHEN: Forward dated to July 10-12th, 11pm-4am each night
WARNINGS: Maybe violence?
SUMMARY: Daredevil goes hunting for Two-Face and runs into various other people.
FORMAT: Quick? IDK, your choice! I will match you. Also, please specify the time and location in your first tag! >:)

[Parts of the City are still smoldering from the chaos of the war games, the smell of explosives and blood still hang heavily in the air. People are still hiding, still afraid of what might spring out of the darkness to ruin their lives, so the streets are eerily quiet. This makes for perfect hunting for Daredevil.

Harvey Dent can run, but he can't hide forever.]

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the 10th, 3am, some random alley?

[bests]

[ matt's out looking for harvey? what a coincidence, carol's kind of sort of not really out trying to see if she can catch him. and by that i mean she's using that as an excuse to dress up all in black, throw on some sunglasses, and hit the streets.

after her trip home, her confidante being ported out, that conversation with kate, and the tension high that came from the war games, she could use some time to just blow off some steam not as ms. marvel. punching what few bad guys are out under the pretense of working is as good a stress-relief option as any, right? ]

[guardiandevil]

[ms. marvel is not someone he is expecting to cross paths with in this particular alley (or any alley, really. since when is she street level?) so he's a bit surprised when he turns a corner, ready to take a short cut and happens to sense her nearby on his radar. at first he's convinced he must be mistaken, but his other senses assure him that it is her indeed.

moving quietly and creeping in and out of the looming shadows, he makes his approach, clearing his throat to make his presence known.]

[bests]

[ she's taking a two minute breather from her quest to find someone else to punch, leaning against the wall and planning out what she's going to do next. she's never really done the street stuff. even back in her spy days when it was less end of the world and more ninjas and arms dealers, it wasn't like street level vigilantism. but there's a certain feeling that comes with getting back to her superpower-less, intelligence officer roots that helps get rid of the itch in her boots and fists.

matt's sudden presence startles her, kicks her heartbeat up a notch, but she smothers the urge to start. instead, she turns in his direction and nods. ]

Daredevil.

[guardiandevil]

Good evening.

[he steps completely out of the shadows, though the darkness is still working in his favor and concealing him somewhat. he tilts his head very slightly, listening to her and trying to get a read on the situation. it isn't everyday he crosses paths with a cosmically-aligned type avenger.]

What brings you out this way?

July 11th, a little after 11 PM, some rooftop in Hell's Kitchen?

[incywincyhero]

[Spider-Man's weekend meeting with Daredevil had been rescheduled easily enough. Now he's waiting for the other man at their pre-arranged meeting spot among the rooftops, looking out over the City and rather wistfully reflecting on how nice it would be if the havoc the Major and Dr. Einstürzen had wrought could also be resolved with just a couple of text messages.

Also, he might be playing a game of Sudoku on his communicator, but a guy's got to mentally unwind somehow.]

[guardiandevil]

[Daredevil is running slightly late for their rendezvous (such is the life of a masked vigilante; always having to drop everything to bust up a mugging.) But he arrives soon enough, striding across the rooftop toward Spider-Man, a curious expression on what is visible of his face.]

What's that? Tetris?

[incywincyhero]

[Spidey looks up and closes the app, tucking his communicator back into his belt.]

See, now that you suggested that I'm honestly wondering why that didn't occur to me.

[He shrugs on reflex, even though Matt can't see him.]

I was getting kinda broody even for me, looking at -- well, you know. All the places that got hit up this weekend.

the 12th, midnight, the rooftops of Hell's Kitchen

[bedeviledspider]

[ A faint sulfuric scent still lingers around Darkdevil minutes after he's teleported into the Kitchen, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, eyes scouring the streets for any sign of Dent. He's found nothing yet -- but the night is young. ]

[guardiandevil]

[Daredevil's plans for the evening are unfolding in much the same manner. Rooftop to rooftop he goes, so far with no luck in tracking Dent down. But then there's the distinctive scent of sulfur on the wind, and he realizes at least that he may have found company in his quest.

He turns around and heads toward the origin of the scent, not doing much to conceal his movements between the buildings.]

[bedeviledspider]

[ If it were any other time, Darkdevil might have a little fun with his mentor, see how long he could make the older devil keep up the chase. Now, however, is the time for work. So he waits in the shadows for the other man. ]

Suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you here. Found any leads yet?

June 11th, 3am, random alley

[nottheanswers]

[This weekend was the first time in a while he'd put the mask on, and now he was having a little trouble getting out of the mood. There were still outlying element's of the fight to be taken care of, there was Dent still on the loose, and Renee still wasn't here anymore. He owed it to her to catch him.

So he was hunting through the streets, following whatever lead or signal he could pick up. It was a bit of an iffy search, but he wasn't about the give up just yet.]

[guardiandevil]

[Searching across the rooftops had proved somewhat futile, so down to the streets Matt went. He enjoyed foot patrol, for the most part. He felt a level of control when he inspected alleyways and investigated things from the ground. Besides, there was only so much the perspective from the top of a building could show. Sometimes the view from the ground was just better.

From the ground, he can hear footsteps in a nearby alley. With concentration, he detects a familiar scent. Matt's heartbeat picks up for a moment, for a fleeting, hopeful second when he thinks that just maybe he's found Dent. But in the next second that hope is gone and replaced by the realization that at least he's found an ally tonight.

Quickly and quietly, he steps out of the shadows and into what little light is present in the night.]

[nottheanswers]

[Vic had never actually encountered Daredevil before, so he didn't recognize the red figure. He hasn't presented not a threat yet, and heaven knows this City was crawling with masks, so there's a better chance he won't than otherwise. Still, he stops in his tracks cautiously to feel out the situation better.]

Nice night for a patrol, hmm?

10th- 11:30ish, anywhere high up!

[remake]

[ Miles has been feeling jittery since the weekend's chaos. He doesn't normally venture far from Brooklyn - there's more than enough to do around there, and even in this wacky dimension he knows its streets best - but the eerie quiet and wrecked landscape drive him further north, at least for the night.

He's not even looking for Harvey Dent; he hasn't been watching the news recently, he's just bouncing from building to building, hopping and sticking and crawling around the corner of metal and glass so he can hop and stick to the next building in his way, looking for something to take his mind off everything. ]

[guardiandevil]

[It's been a rough few days, between Dent attacking him and injuring his head and the City literally bursting into flames. Matt has a mission to carry out despite the aches and pains and overwhelming urge to call the whole thing off and focus on the recovery effort instead. Justice must be served no matter what, and it will be, even as Daredevil rests a moment, perched on the ledge of a building, listening down on the streets below.

Across the rooftop, across to another building he hears something. He knows it isn't Dent, but he isn't sure what it is. At first he thinks it moves like a frog, hopping and scuttling about like that. But upon closer listening, he decides that it indeed sounds more like a Spider. But which Spider? Certainly not any Spider he knows.

He stays quiet, calm, doesn't even get move. He just waits for the Spider-person to continue his approach before lazily, tilting his head back toward him.]

[remake]

[ The movement catches Miles' eye, and he glances upwards in surprise from his newly found position, fingertips and toes balanced on a window pane. He freezes at the sight of the red figure, just above him in the dark. ]

--Oh! Uh. [ He exhales, willing himself to think of something not completely stupid to say. God, just- just-- ] Hi?

[ Damnit! ]

July 11th, 1 AM, Manhattan Harbour Area

[out_of_time]

[It would have been smart for Jack to take at least a week to recover from being almost blown up by a rocket during the war games. He has an enormous operation coming up that he needs to be in top shape for.]

[So of course he's out among the docks instead of resting, prowling for more information on Zero's Children. His relative inactivity and ineffectiveness during the recent carnage claws at him, drives him out to work. He can't just do nothing, not with the scent of smoke everywhere.]

[guardiandevil]

[Matt usually leaves the gangs to their own business so long as they don't come near Hell's Kitchen. He keeps his backyard clean and it's up to the rest of the imPorts to do the same with theirs. But his search for Harvey has taken him out of his own territory and into parts he generally doesn't visit. It's new and different for him, and also illuminating, like taking a peek at how the other half lives if the other half is the rest of the City.

He arrives at the docks in costume, certain that Harvey isn't lurking in this area but still unwilling to let it go unchecked. The scent of fire and smoke still hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the smell of the water and the City itself. It's enough to make one pause and want to reflect on the destruction all around and how futile this quest for justice might actually be.

As it is, he's distracted enough not to notice anyone else is around.]

[out_of_time]

[With Daredevil distracted, Jack spots him first instead of the other way around- a glimpse of a horned silhouette against the night sky. Jack knows about the Devil from his time with the police: solid reputation as a vigilante, plays by the fuzzy rules of that profession, keeps Hell's Kitchen safe.]

[Jack doesn't know whether this hero is more inclined to help him or chase him- he's found people on both sides of that divide since he went rogue. There's only one way to determine whether this man is an asset though, and right now he needs assets. Jack cautiously emerges from between two shipping containers into the open.]

Daredevil?

12th / hell's kitchen @ 2:35am

[gevurah]

[ It shouldn't come to as a surprise to anyone who knows her that Kate's been on the hunt for Dent since the Major and Doctor's attacks finally stopped. She was lucky to come out of the battle with minor injuries, but even if she hadn't been, there wasn't any stopping her in her search.

Of course, she makes a couple of stops here and there. There were always looters who took advantage of a city under siege. After she's done tying a couple of them up in the store and tipping the police the address, she slips away back onto the safety of the rooftops. ]

[guardiandevil]

[Matt hears the sound of her footsteps on the roof, smiling slightly to himself once the pieces add up and he recognizes her presence. He's surprised they haven't crossed paths earlier, but no matter. He's glad for the friendly company in this thankless mission, even if he'd still rather work alone.

Not wanting to startle her, he takes care not to conceal himself too carefully on that same rooftop.]

Batwoman.

[gevurah]

[ Luckily, she's not easily startled. The audio in her mask amplifies sound, so she's aware someone else is nearby.

Hearing Matt's voice draws a smirk across her face. ]

Daredevil.

[ And then more seriously: ]

I suppose Dent hasn't found his way here?

12th, just about 11pm, Hell's Kitchen.

[trollverine]

[It's hard to get a sense for the zeitgeist of the City while living two hours upstate, but an hour in a lounge in Midtown West helps. On any other night he'd stay out later, but there's a Mesopotamian wall fragment sitting in the passenger seat of his Porsche, and the longer he stays, the less likely it is to be there when he gets back.

So Daken's on his way back to his car when he catches footsteps from above. He almost lets it go, smirking--vigilante morons--but something occurs to him: this is supposed to be Daredevil's territory.

Daredevil, whose name is plastered all over Bullseye's wall.

He turns down an alley and finds a way up the closest fire escape, making no effort to be quiet.]

[guardiandevil]

[The people of Hell's Kitchen have accepted their guardian, and for the most part he's left to his own devices up on the roofs. Rare is the creature who dares to join the devil for a bird's eye view of the neighborhood, which is how he generally likes it. Aside from the occasional superhero and random drunk trying to impress his buddies by climbing up on the roof with ol' Hornhead, it's a solitary existence up above the rest of the world. Even this quest for Harvey Dent has been more or less a lonely one, especially with sections of the City literally left smoldering down below.

So when the commotion from the fire escape reaches his super sensitive ears, the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He isn't sure who or what is coming his way, but something tells him it isn't going to be pretty.]

[trollverine]

[He pulls himself onto the roof, brushes his jeans off, and pays attention to his senses.

There: a shampoo, or a soap: a woman's. And she has expensive taste. It was on the tie in Bullseye's apartment.]

So: do you see a lot of crime here, in the...notorious Midtown West?

[He speaks just loudly enough for his voice to carry, and walks slowly, sliding his hands into his pockets.]

Multiple actor homicides?